All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

1: Walking temptation I stood in the doorway of Mark’s home office, with a wine glass still in my hand from dinner, watching the new PA_Liam_ sort through a stack of contracts. He’d started two weeks ago, and already the house felt different.Mark had mentioned him a lot, and also didn’t fail to mention how efficient he is, that he is exactly what the company needed after the last one quit. I hadn’t expected him to be… this…tall, broad shoulders, with dark hair cut and a well chiseled jawline. His sleeves were rolled up, his forearms flexing as he flipped pages. When he glanced up, his eyes locked on mine longer than usual.“Evening, Mrs. Hargrove,” he said, his voice low and smooth. With a polite smile placed on his lips. “Didn’t mean to stay this late.”“Call me Elena,” I replied, stepping inside. Mark was already upstairs, on a call with the investor from Tokyo, and that would last for another hour. He’d kissed my cheek absently before disappearing, and it was the same as al

3: Hands on his dickMark came home earlier than usual that night. He poured himself a drink and pulled me close in the kitchen, his hands roaming like he remembered I existed. His mouth found my neck, the same spot Liam had marked hours earlier.I pulled back. “Not tonight. I have a headache.”He shrugged it off easily, already reaching for his laptop. “Fine. Liam nailed those signatures today. That guy’s a beast.” He chuckled.I smiled and went upstairs alone.The ache between my legs hadn’t eased. Every time I shifted in bed, I still felt the faint touch of Liam’s fingers. His last words echoed in my head: Don’t let him fuck you tonight. Save that for me.And surprisingly I obeyed.Two days later, the renovation crew were having some party in the kitchen. I was in the living room reviewing tile options when Liam texted.Liam: Mark wants me to check on the progress. I’ll be around in twenty minutes.My stomach flipped. I changed into a simple sundress for easy access, like he’d a

Chapter 1: Slow seduction I stepped through the stone entrance of the ancient temple.I love this place. It was too perfect; secluded, sacred, and filled with rules that I intended to bend until they broke. I had come here for one reason only: The young Priest Elias. I wanted to see how long a man sworn to so much discipline and sacredness could resist what I was going to offer.My white linen dress clung to my body, it was modest enough for this setting yet thin enough to reveal the curves beneath with every movement I made.I let my dark hair cascade down my shoulder and back. I moved so gracefully through the main hall.The evening rituals were happening again. And a handful of devotees sat in meditation, but my eyes landed on one person almost immediately_Elias. He stood at the altar like he was carved from perfection, he seemed flawless. He was tall, broad-shouldered, the dark robes doing nothing to hide the well built body he had underneath. He was thirty-one years old and

Chapter 3: Breaking him gradually I waited until it was past midnight before I went to the temple. I had sent a simple message to Elias earlier: ‘I need guidance tonight. It’s urgent. I’ll be in the gardens.* Although he didn't reply, I knew he would come. Recently the pull between us had grown too strong to ignore.I wore a long coat over a thin slip dress that revealed too much skin. My heart beat thundered as I slipped through the side gate and made my way to the secluded garden where we had practiced breathwork days earlier. I sat down on the stone bench, my legs crossed, letting the coat fall open to reveal the smooth line of my thighs.Then I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.Elias appeared from the shadows, still in his simple dark robes.His eyes landed on me immediately, scanning the open coat, the dress clinging to my body.“Sophia,” he said, voice low and rough. “This is not appropriate. You shouldn’t be here at this hour.”I stood slowly, stepping closer. “I c

Chapter 5: The Torment of Intermission I didn’t go to the temple for a day. It wasn’t a surrender; it was a calculated withdrawal, giving him just twenty-four hours of reprieve from my relentless teasing to let the fever take root. But the abstinence cut both ways. The memory of his mouth on me, the heavy, slick heat of his cum on my tongue, and that exquisite, raw guilt fracturing the gray of his eyes afterward kept me aching through every hour. My underwear stayed damp; my skin felt too tight, too sensitive for clothes. I returned the next night, slipping into the temple grounds just after midnight. The air was cool, but my blood was boiling. This time, I didn’t bother with a coat to hide behind. I wore a simple, dark jersey dress that unzipped easily down the front—a single metallic track keeping me from total exposure. The heavy timber door to the meditation chamber was unlocked. Inside, Elias was already pacing, his steps silent against the stone floor but erratic, like a tr